Citas
She’s June, I tell myself on repeat. My lips work greedily along her neck, tasting smoke and perfume
The one who actually matters to you.”
My cheeks warm at the taunt in his voice. “June?”
My cheeks warm at the taunt in his voice. “June?”
Please, let it be her.
Did her voice always have this effect on me
Did her voice always have this effect on me
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